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  Dark Legacies

  Hadena James

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any names, places, characters, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination and are purely fictitious. Any resemblances to any persons, living or dead, are completely coincidental.

  Hadena James

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  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Epilogue

  Also by Hadena James

  About Me

  Find Me!

  Thanks & Acknowledgements & Misc. Gratitude

  Prologue

  In the Ethereal, there are three things that don’t exist, and that is time, magic, and donuts. Of the three, I was missing donuts the most. I didn’t know how long I had been stuck in this other plane of existence. Uther Pendragon and I were of the mindset that the laws of physics were much different here as well. We could see other souls, but we couldn’t interact with them. Only each other, it seemed to be because we had been touching when our bodies were dusted.

  We could also see beings, live ones, but again, we couldn’t interact. Only Daniel could see us. He was getting very good at charades. Pendragon and I were too for that matter. When it is your only means of communication with the living and a single living being, at that, it becomes a necessity.

  However, I was learning a lot in the aether. My soul looked very much like my magic. Pendragon was no different, some details, but mostly just a blob that was the same color as his magic. We seemed to be able to go anywhere except my house and the Island Prison. We tended to hang out in the horse stable that housed my unicorn. It seemed to see or at least sense us. He would move towards the back of his stall whenever we arrived.

  I wanted nothing. I didn’t need sleep, food, or a bathroom. I wasn’t bored. I didn’t seem to have emotions, except a deep longing to return to the real world.

  My family and friends were helping to fuel that need. Trying to get bodies created for us was taking its toll. I didn’t know how many times they had tried, I’d lost count, but it was more than two handfuls.

  Not for the first time, I wondered if this was what it had been like for Sonnellion. He had spent eons trapped on this side. We had come to realize that the reason Sonnellion hadn’t seemed like other dead beings was because Sonnellion hadn’t been dead. He’d been dis-incorporated by my father. I was sure my father didn’t understand this. I was also sure I didn’t understand how it had happened.

  I did understand that it was Nick and Daniel that had pulled Sonnellion from Pandora’s Box and had given him a body, and it was Nick and Daniel that would have to do the same for us.

  There lay the true crux of the problem. Without me, they didn’t have the magic. I was a keystone for them, a magical spring, eternally flowing for them to use. My role and my fate were impressed deeper upon me every time they attempted and failed to bring us back.

  I had tried sleeping a few times when the condition first appeared. I had lain down on the straw that Daniel had set out for us, but sleep was for the living and I wasn’t exactly living at the moment.

  “Do you have any theories that might help our condition?” Pendragon asked, interrupting my reverie.

  “I think if we were in the house, this would be a piece of cake, but for the life of me, I can’t figure a way in,” I replied.

  “Why would being indoors help?”

  “As much magic as I have poured into the place?” I would have loved to raise an eyebrow at him. Since I did not have one at the moment, I settled for a blobby shrug that I knew looked nothing like a shrug.

  “We’ve been this way for ages.” Pendragon rarely said anything about our incorporeal form. He seemed very accepting of it.

  “How do you know? It might just be a month or so,” I responded.

  “Not based on the way the infants are growing, and the trees have all come into their leaves. It’s been a while.”

  “I know, but I was just trying to be optimistic.”

  “I have a confession to make.”

  “Confess away.”

  “I’m a little tired of your company because you’ve become a much more pleasant Demon. Don’t get me wrong, but I’ve got my own life.”

  “I understand,” I turned to look at the magical blob that had become Pendragon.

  “And you aren’t offended?”

  “Nope, because honestly, you aren’t very good company either. You don’t talk much and in this blasted ethereal plane, there isn’t much else to do.”

  “Too many years in the prison.”

  “When I get my body back, I might change my mind about being able to kill my sister.”

  “Good, put this mess behind us.”

  “I said might, Uther. There’s no guarantee, just a deep seated desire to get back to form and kick her Demonic ass all over the countryside.”

  “It’s good to see your fighting spirit return.”

  “Oh, it has,” I looked up in time to see Sonnellion enter the stable.

  “He can’t see us,” Pendragon reminded me.

  “I know. I think he comes because we were always conjuring him when he was dead. I think it’s a sign of sympathy and remorse.”

  “Remorse?”

  “Remorse that it is us and not him.”

  “If you could pull him into your dreams, why can’t your siblings pull us into theirs?”

  “They might be able to and just don’t know it.”

  “Perhaps we should try to tell Daniel.”

  “That will be an interesting game of charades. What is the mime for dream?”

  “Beats me, I live with nutters, murderers, and my children. It isn’t like we have much time or use for charades.”

  “I bet my sister is raising her evil brood now.”

  “Don’t dwell on
those things.”

  “What else is there to dwell on? My sister has probably resurrected all four horsemen while I’ve been stuck here.”

  “It could be worse.”

  “I doubt it.”

  “You don’t have to listen to your mother nag you about sex.”

  “That’s true. I guess there is a silver lining and I bet I can find a unicorn in it if I look really hard.”

  “What would that be?”

  “If I was stuck in the ethereal alone, I’d probably be mad as a hatter when I got pulled back.”

  “Pity we had to destroy the Box.”

  “Morgana,” her name left my lips in almost a whisper.

  “That would be a fate worse than this,” Pendragon said.

  “And there’s my unicorn.” I looked around. “So when Daniel comes in for his visit, I need to mime out that he should try pulling me into his dreams?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “I think that’s going to be a struggle.”

  That ended the conversation. I set to the task of thinking about the movements and motions I would need to mime that particular idea. By the time Daniel arrived, I was still at a loss.

  Daniel smiled and waved. We both waved back.

  I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. Daniel frowned at me. I switched focus and mimed a noose being pulled around someone’s neck. Daniel frowned even harder. Since I didn’t know a better way to mime Sonnellion, I kept at it. This time, removing a hood and miming horns.

  Daniel stood rooted to the spot for what seemed like ages as I repeated the gestures over and over. Finally, he smiled and took off towards the house.

  “That wasn’t so hard,” Pendragon smiled at me.

  “We’ll see,” I wasn’t as optimistic.

  Daniel and Sonnellion returned. Since I wasn’t sure I actually needed Sonnellion, I wasn’t sure it was an improvement. I thought a little longer.

  I mimed the sleep gesture again and then pointed at our uncle. Daniel’s frown returned and he turned to Sonnellion. The two chattered at each other for a while. Then both of them shrugged.

  “Let me try,” Pendragon moved forward. He mimed a yawn, then put his head in his hands and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he pointed at Sonnellion and then at Daniel.

  The two spoke longer this time. I was betting that the message hadn’t gotten across, as Sonnellion suddenly turned to where Daniel pointed and began shaking his finger at Pendragon. From the way his mouth moved, I was also betting he was shouting at him.

  “What did I do?” Pendragon asked.

  “I don’t know. I’m not on that side trying to figure out what you are talking about,” I shrugged. “Why don’t we try it together? I’ll pretend to be asleep, while you float over my head.”

  We tried that and there was more discussion. Daniel shrugged at me again. I shook my head and looked at the ground.

  “To hell with the miming,” I lifted my blobby hand and blobby fingers and very carefully began to trace letters in the air. It would have been more effective with magic, but I didn’t have any.

  The first letter was a “P.” I stopped and thought. I could do this; I just needed to figure out how to do spaces. Then an idea popped into my mind.

  My fingers began to trace the letters again. “P-U-L-L_M-E_I-N-T-O_Y-O-U-R…” Daniel stopped me by shaking his head and making wild gestures with his hands. He tried to respond in the same manner and I realized I was tracing too fast and the message was too long.

  “D-R-E-A-M_O-F_M-E,” I traced into the air.

  “O-K,” Daniel gave me thumbs up. He turned to Sonnellion and they began talking again, then they both waved and walked off.

  “Why didn’t we think of that earlier?” Pendragon asked.

  “I don’t know,” I responded.

  I leaned against the side of the stable as best I could and stared out around me. The stables were located in the pasture. They were well built, despite being cobbled together in the middle of January. They had erected a split rail fence system that enclosed the pasture. Beyond that, there were trees and heavy equipment. The buildings were going up. We had been watching the work for some time now. The apartment building was the first. It was currently at ten stories. Yet, they were still working on the support system and not adding the outer skin. I didn’t know how tall they intended it to be or if we needed a special permit to build such a thing, but it was being erected nonetheless.

  They were also breaking ground on the houses finally. Their outlines cut out patterns in the trees, and paths were being constructed. During the day, workers wandered back and forth, looking very busy. Occasionally, they would stop and look at the unicorn prancing around the pasture or grazing, but most of the time, they passed in small groups and looked lost in conversation.

  My house was the most impressive structure at this time, but it was under construction, as they were attempting to add a second floor. There were problems though, from all the magic being poured into the building.

  However, the obsidian facade glinted in the sun and looked terrifying in the dark. From here, you could see four of the five spikes that radiated out from the center. Some of the windows were dark, revealing no secrets. Some were brightly lit and revealed beings moving around. Some had the window shades open, displaying more than just blobby black outlines and allowing me glimpses of my family.

  Night was starting to settle in and the moon overhead was full. The pasture was eerily lit by it. The unicorn made a noise, breaking me out of my trance. I turned to look and saw that it was bedding down for the night.

  I felt the first tug. Magic was enveloping me and I looked to Pendragon. I swirled around him as well. It was as if someone had harpooned me in the stomach and yanked on it. I was jerked from the stable and into a strange setting.

  We were in a house, not my house, but a house, nonetheless. Candlelight brightened the kitchen and living room. It looked to be something out of the Tudor area. Torches were on stonewalls.

  “Sorry,” Eli smiled at me.

  “I can hear you,” I said to him.

  “I can hear you,” Eli responded. The three of us sat down at the table. It was long, wooden, and scarred from use.

  “Where are we?” Pendragon asked.

  “No clue. Daniel told me I needed to pull you into my dreams, so I did,” Eli responded.

  “I think if we can get into the house, we can use the magic already inside to create our bodies,” I told my brother.

  “Why can’t you get inside?” Eli asked.

  “Magic, lots of it. We can’t enter the prison either. Those seem to be the only two places we can’t go,” I replied.

  “Then how do we get you inside?” Eli pressed.

  “Maybe the new addition?” I said. “There has to be some magic breaking to get it built. Maybe we can use that to get into the house. Maybe you guys can come up with a spell to help.”

  “When I wake up, I’ll talk to everyone about it. They are all waiting for me to come back with a report.”

  “How long have we been gone?” Pendragon asked.

  “Six months and counting,” Eli said.

  “Not as long as I had thought,” Pendragon answered. “If Bren is correct, then getting into the house should allow you to pull her magic from the structure to create a body for us.”

  “That would be good. We’ve run out of suggestions inside the house. We’ve called to all the covens and they couldn’t come up with anything either. Mom thinks that blasted book might have the answer to the reversal of the dusting spell, but we can’t find the book. Jasmine hid it well.”

  “You have Jasmine?” I frowned at him.

  “Your Overlords caught her yesterday and are keeping her in the Council Chamber. We figured it was the only place with enough magic to do the job. Except the house, that is, which attacked her when she got on the front steps.”

  “Wish I had seen that,” I smiled.

  “Daniel went searching
for you, but couldn’t find you.”

  “Who knows, we don’t know where we are or when we are. There is no time or distance on this plane. We just think of a place and we are there. We are also trapped together,” Pendragon answered.

  “That should help. The ones that have come back are all a little bit screwy still. We think it is because they were alone for so long,” Eli answered.

  “We can see beings, but we can’t interact with anyone but Daniel,” I answered.

  There was another jerk and I was standing in the stable again. Pendragon was with me. We looked at each other.

  “I guess he woke up,” Pendragon answered.

  “I guess,” I looked at him.

  “What?”

  “Think it will work?”

  “I don’t know, Bren, but I’m willing to be optimistic.”

  Daniel came running to the stables. He looked at us and then pointed to the roof of the house. I frowned at him. He did the gesture again, but this time more emphatically.

  “I think he wants us up there,” Pendragon told me.

  “Yeah, but I don’t know why.”

  “Then we go find out.”

  Getting to the roof was effortless. I thought it and we were there. I stood on the roof and waited.

  If noise had traveled to this plane, there would have been a tremendous rumbling and probably lots of other noises. They didn’t. Suddenly, my roof was falling into the living room. We stood on a bubble of magic. Daniel pointed at my siblings that had joined hands with my mother and a few other Witches.

  I stared down at them. Daniel was shouting. Lucifer was glowing.

  The magic bubble burst.

  Chapter One

  “Good lord, that hurt,” I moaned.

  “I don’t think that covers it,” Pendragon groaned. “I never expected to get my body back in mid-fall. I am so glad that your house is still only one story.”

  “Hi!” Rachel squealed at me.

  “Even my hair hurts,” I grumbled at her.

  “Brenna, it was a pleasure to be stuck with you in the aether. In six months, maybe a year, I’ll come back over for dinner. Until then, I would very much like not to see you at all,” Pendragon flopped over on his side to look at me.